Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 347 That is the Northern Great Wall

Zhengyang County.

In Zhang Yuan's hand in the study, there was an extra name below the two words "Black Tiger" on the original scroll.

weed.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

As a close attendant in front of the palace, Yu Kuizhen's use of this scroll to convey messages will have unexpected effects.

Even at certain critical moments, his news can change the situation.

A faint green light shone through the painting of spring mountains in front of Zhang Yuan.

A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, and the power of his soul entered the painting.

"Zhang Yuan——"

In front of the courtyard, Zhao Yu flew over with a look of joy on his face.

"I, I'm not dreaming..."

Zhao Yu pinched his face hard.

"Oh no! I'm really dreaming. It doesn't hurt at all..."

"It seems that I missed you too much. You guys, why are you picking a national war for no reason? Can't you just be quiet?"

"I've already found a lot of cultivation elixirs for you in the Imperial City. I'll bring them to you from the caravan. It would be great if you could cultivate well. Going to Liangyuan Territory to fight is too dangerous..."

"If you really miss me, I'll go to the imperial city and get you back?" Zhang Yuan's voice sounded.

Zhao Yu looked up and was stunned.

……

At the wooden table in front of the courtyard, Zhang Yuan explained for a long time before Zhao Yu believed that this was not a dream.

This is an illusionary cave paradise created by Zhang Yuan using Wang Mengxi's inherited method and borrowing the power of his own Dongxuan-level soul.

The scroll he left behind contains his spiritual power, which can be used to guide people who view the scroll into this cave.

However, because this kind of painting scroll is supported by Zhang Yuan's spiritual power, it will cause some damage to his spiritual power.

People who view and read the scroll will also lose their soul, so unless there is something special that needs to be conveyed, they will not use their soul to enter the scroll.

Also, no one who enters it can be seen except Zhang Yuan who materializes it with his spiritual power.

In other words, even if several people's souls enter the painting at the same time, they cannot sense each other.

The words on the scroll can only be seen if Zhang Yuan is willing to let them see them.

"So, although my current body is dominated by my spiritual power, it is actually manifested by your own spiritual power?"

Zhao Yu stared at Zhang Yuan, then a smile appeared on his face.

"In other words, are you holding me or yourself?"

Zhang Yuan opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

What Zhao Yu said does make some sense. Although it is not true, what Zhao Yu said is not wrong.

"Tell me quickly, you used your spirit to materialize my body, so do you know what color my tunic is?"

"Also, would you think we would look naked in your eyes?"

Zhao Yu's face was full of curiosity.

Zhang Yuan also showed curiosity on his face.

"How about giving it a try?"

……

Zhao Yu's spiritual power was too weak, and he only stayed in the scroll for half a minute before leaving.

In the clan residence, in the boudoir, Zhao Yu sat in front of the desk with a dazed look on her face, and then she covered her red face with her hands.

"You shameless girl, you're really taking off your clothes..."

After a long time, she finally opened her eyes, looked at the picture of spring mountains in front of her, and a smile appeared on her face.

Next to it, there were several similar scrolls placed on the desk.

These were all delivered to her by Master Tao and Qin Yuqing when they entered the imperial city.

According to Zhang Yuan, if these scrolls are used well, they may bring unexpected benefits.

"Sister Yuruo, the singing and dancing instructor is teaching the Feather Dance today. Do you want us to ask for leave for you?" A calling voice came from outside the boudoir.

All the royal women here knew that Zhao Yu tried to avoid learning needlework, singing and dancing in the clan house whenever possible.

They have already found a lot of reasons to help Zhao Yu ask for leave.

"Feather Dance?" Zhao Yu's face flushed slightly and she stood up.

What would it look like if I danced this dance in front of that guy?
"I'm going to study."

……

—————————————————— Yingnan County, the county seat Yingnan City.

This is a big city in Shangjun, with a population of several million. It covers an area of ​​over 300 miles and is extremely prosperous.

Zhang Yuan, wearing a blue Confucian robe and carrying a heavy bookcase, walked quickly on the street.

After dealing with matters in Zhengyang County, he set off to study at the four major academies in Qingtianzhou.

However, to go to Qingtianzhou, one needs to use the teleportation array to the Northern Great Wall, then step out of the void and enter Qingtianzhou.

The Great Dao in Yongtianzhou is banned and Taoism is not flourishing. Only in Shangjun County City is there a teleportation array.

This time he went to Qingtianzhou alone. Huang Laoliu had already taken a piece of golden marrow and went to the eastern border to look for other spiritual materials for refining the sword.

According to Huang Laoliu, he already had an inspiration for refining a long sword. It just depends on whether he can find spiritual materials to refine a suitable long sword for Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's dragon tooth sword was broken in the last battle in Liangzhou. This time when he went to Qingtianzhou to study, he did not bring a long sword with him.

However, he had a red dragon rope on his left arm, which could be used as a self-defense weapon, and he also had the flying sword Yuquan, so he was not short of weapons.

The Red Dragon Rope was later refined by Huang Laoliu, adding the characteristics of the Kanglong Mace.

Unless it is a treasure of extremely high quality, ordinary weapons and armor will shatter at the touch of the red dragon rope that has been transformed into a long mace.

Not far from the Yingnan County Magistrate's Mansion, a long queue had already formed in front of a mansion covering thousands of acres.

Some of these people wore military robes, some wore armor, and some, like Zhang Yuan, wore Confucian robes like scholars.

Everyone walked forward slowly in silence.

Zhang Yuan went to the gate, checked the customs clearance documents issued by Heibingtai, and then walked into the house.

The moment he stepped into the house, Zhang Yuan could feel as if the world had turned upside down, and as if it was covered by a barrier.

Formation.

The formation conceals everything in the courtyard, and only by entering it can one feel it personally.

Inside the courtyard, thousands of warriors, soldiers, and scholars were running quickly.

"The C5 formation is still short of thirteen men, heading to the 32nd Battalion at the Northern Great Wall."

"Sixty-one men are sent from the Wujiu formation to the 863rd Battalion of the Northern Great Wall."

Loud shouts were heard, and the soldiers, warriors, and Confucian scholars all hurried to the square.

In the square in front of Zhang Yuan, pale golden spiritual patterns flashed, covering the formation of a hundred people, and everyone's body disappeared in it.

This is the teleportation array.

The teleportation array to the Northern Great Wall.

There is a long row of tables on the edge of the square.

Several old men in Confucian robes were sitting behind the long table, each holding a carving knife in their hands.

Zhang Yuan handed over his customs clearance documents.

"First time going to the Northern Wall?"

The old man did not look up, but took out a two-foot-long and three-inch-thick black brick from the table.

The old man carved quickly on the bricks and stones with the chisel in his hand, and stone chips flew everywhere.

"Okay, take it."

After the old man finished carving the words, he spoke again.

Zhang Yuan reached out and picked up the black brick, and saw a line of words on it.

"Zhang Yuan's Tomb."

"If you go to the Northern Great Wall, you must be prepared to die there." A middle-aged man in black armor leaned over to Zhang Yuan's side. "No matter who dies at the Northern Great Wall, there will be a tombstone left behind."

Zhang Yuan nodded, tucked the black bricks under his armpit, and followed the others onto the square's teleportation array.

Wrapped in golden light, the feeling was similar to when I first stepped out of the void from the Prajna Zen Temple.

When the shining light in front of him faded away, the scene in front of him had changed.

"We have reached the Great Wall in the North."

"That's the Great Wall in the North."

Many voices came from around me.

Zhang Yuan raised his head.

Ahead, there was a dark void, with only a black wall that stretched from beginning to end, stretching across the sky and earth.

The city wall is mottled, more than ten feet high, and winding to no end.

Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on the bricks of the city wall, and his expression gradually turned solemn.

Those black bricks are black tombstones!
Endless black tombstones form the northern Great Wall that protects the Qin Dynasty!

(End of this chapter)